I like to believe that I am fairly adept at keeping up to speed with entertainment news on a daily basis. I’m not referring to celebrity news (which I’ve been known to dabble in, and I’ll admit, enjoy) but rather to casting news, movie plots, cancellation buzz around tv shows, that kind of thing. Yet today, I left the house with only 7% battery on my phone and when the battery died, I was left without my finger on the pulse, rendering me completely unaware of the death of one of my personal and professional idols.
It wasn’t until hours later when I got home and plugged my phone in that I saw a text from a good friend saying, “Sorry to hear your idol has passed away. You’ll have to watch his fav movies in his honour”. My heart actually started to beat faster as I immediately grabbed my mum’s ipad (literally from her hands) and went to old faithful imdb.com. At the top of the page and dominating the news stories, I saw that Roger Ebert had passed away from cancer at the age of 70.
For any of you that know me in real life, you know of my desire for my own reality show, “Celebrity Brother Husbands” and how easily I throw around the phrase “Ooh I love _______ (insert actor/actress name here)”. Yes, it is true, I love a lot of actors, actresses, directors, producers, writers, yet there are few that I would say I respect and admire. Paul Newman, Robert Redford, Robert De Niro, Audrey Hepburn come to mind, and included in this group is Roger Ebert.
Such was my kinship with Mr. Ebert, albeit completely one-sided, that I received more than one text asking how I was feeling after hearing of his death. I have always been a lover of cinema but recent years have marked an increased desire to not only watch movies, but to know movies, to understand and study them as well as enjoy them. This passion was, in part, fueled by the writings of Ebert. I followed him on Twitter and read his blogs religiously. In all honesty, I have rarely seen a movie of late without first reading his review. After watching a film, I would read the review again to see how my views compared and I won’t lie, I was happy when our findings were similar. I can only imagine how annoying it must have been for my friends when, in trying to substantiate my views about films, I’d throw out a “Well, you know, Ebert said...”.
But it wasn’t just his reviews that were remarkable, his blog on other topics was equally interesting. I follow many people on twitter, but there are few that I check regularly and Ebert was, of course, one of them. Visiting his feed always led me to other interesting articles, some written by him, others by people he respected. Such is the power of a skilled tweeter, they act as a conduit to the most incredible things available on the internet. And Ebert was a fan of the internet, just another thing we had in common. (Did you know he was one of the first to invest in Google?)
My measly blog of reviews is perhaps a direct result of Mr. Ebert. It was his work, which was revolutionary in the history of film criticism, that propelled me to start my blog and it is his passing that has ensured I will continue to write. He changed the way people reviewed cinema. His knowledge and in depth commentary was a far cry from the old plot summary and star ratings that peppered newspapers of the past. It is because of him that I try to shy away from plot summaries and really write what I think and feel about the movies that I watch. Ebert helped me to realise that perhaps a career in writing is what I should pursue, and while I am a long way from being a respected critic, I will certainly try.
Today, Entertainment Weekly wrote:
With Ebert’s passing, the movies have lost one of their greatest champions — a man who never lost his passion for staring at a bigger-than-life screen in the hushed dark of the matinee and who never stopped from sharing that passion with the rest of us.
It was his passion and love of film that I admired most, it made me feel great because I too felt that way. I admit that I cried this evening when reading his blog from earlier this week Leave of Presence because it marks the end of an era. It’s true, I can go back and read old reviews and continue to learn from this legend through his books, yet there won’t ever be anything new. Even when he was ill and had guest reviewers in, I would read what they wrote and always in the back of my mind would be a nagging, “Yeah, but what would Roger think?”
I am sad because while never having any real contact with the man, I still felt a connection. I admire his resolve and his unwavering commitment to his craft that wouldn’t let cancer get in the way. I admire how he was a true pioneer in the field that I would love to work in, forever changing the way people watched movies. While my conversations with Mr. Ebert were always one-sided (and in my head), I feel like I've lost a well-respected, and more importantly, trusted friend.
I am truly heartbroken that he is gone.




